settingIndex was once a small and close-knit community, but the town located on the western side of Washington state has grown in recent years beyond anyone's expectations. It is the ideal place for those who work in Seattle but can't afford the city's high real estate prices, and for others the natural beauty attracts them to the town. And Index truly is a beautiful place - surrounded by thick evergreen trees, tall mountains and glistening rivers and lakes. While weather is typically rainy with overcast skies even this does nothing to take away from the beauty of the town, and it is only highlighted further when the heavy snow graces the town and caps the mountains in winter. To many, Index would seem like a paradise. And yet lurking beneath this visual beauty there is more to this town than anyone might ever imagine...

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It wasn’t often I wore skirts, but if I had to work on a Saturday I could at least look slammin’ in case some plans came up at the last minute. A lot of times those plans were made by people dropping by work, asking what I was doing later, or texting while I was at work, but shit if that wasn’t happening today. Maggie dropped in once, but I had two serious customers and a mother of a 14 year old who wanted a guitar, but decided somehow that it was a good idea to bring two toddlers into the store. A store filled with fragile items, and items that wouldn’t be fragile if not for the strong will of a hyper four year old. Kids, man. So I even waited a little longer, talking to the new guy Todd, but nothing seemed to come up. No texts, nothing. I was itchy, restless, and work had been kind of shit. Not a single commission, and in fact even my manager seemed a little irritated that I didn’t handle the toddler situation better. How was it my fault that people were shitty parents?

It wasn’t that any one bad thing happened, but there were lots of little things happening and they were really starting to grate on me. Even now, as I walked on the sidewalk nearing the apartment, a man was walking in the opposite direction and be bumped into me. I mean, number one, he had every single thing that was included in the “I want to be Larry the Cable guy starter pack” and two he was overweight… but three, there was plenty of room still on the sidewalk. Absolutely no one else walking. Was it psychotic of me to imagine plucking his eyes out? And to tell him now he’d have a good excuse for not seeing me there? Just for bumping into me? Shit.

I opened the door to the apartment, kicking it fully closed behind me, and I threw the bag onto the couch hoping I wouldn’t be hitting Caly’s head with it or anything. I went straight for the kitchen and grabbed a cheap plastic cup from the cabinet, got a few cubes of ice, poured about two inches worth of Coke into the glass and filled the rest with my friend Jack. I opened another cabinet door, grabbed a straw, making sure it was a purple one, and began sucking it down, now turning around to lean on the counter. And you can fuck off if you want to make fun of my need for straws. I realized the fridge door was still open, so I twisted the lid back onto the bottle of coke, practically threw it in, and slammed the door shut, sighing and returning to my position in which I held up the kitchen counter.

Florida. Why couldn't I stop thinking about Florida? I'd been back for like what? A couple of weeks and I still couldn't stop thinking about it. It wasn't even that spectacular really, but I couldn't get it out of my head. So, I did what any sane person would do, I got ready to go out a couple hours too early, and sat in my room drinking margarita mix minus the alcohol. It's not that I didn't have friends to go out with, it's just... it was seven, people didn't actually start hitting the cool places until at least nine.

I was bored, staring out my window and I don't know, waiting for something to blow up in the distance or... Aliens to zip by in the sky or something. Anything to entertain me. So when I heard the door close naturally my mind was somewhere else and I didn't even think it was Michelle. I didn't know what I thought. Maybe someone was breaking in and maybe this person would just so happen to be Billie Joe Armstrong... Shirtless... Twenty years younger... And maybe his weaknesses just so happened to include boring blonde chicks that drink the sickly sweet margarita mix without the alcohol. A girl can dream, right?

Either way, I rushed off my bed, and my foot got caught in my comforter causing me to face plant into my week old dirty sweat pants. Fuck laundry man. My drink sloshed all over my night stand but I didn't even bat an eye. I left my glass on the floor and stumbled for the door. Listen, I wasn't some like, epic sorceress or something, but I knew it was Michelle the second I stepped out of my room. I didn't need to see her to know it was her, she just brought a vibe into this place, and I felt it the second I entered the hallway.

When I saw her, I only had one thing to say... Did you know the GIF was created by Steve Wilhite, who is very annoyed that we keep pronouncing it wrong? The oxford english dictionary accepts both pronunciations. They're wrong, it's pronounced JIF. - And do you know how I know this? Because I've been on fucking Tumblr all day bored out of my mind. Please tell me you can fix this situation...

I KNEW IT! I almost shouted, then I looked down to Caly, with the most serious look on my face. Now those assholes can shut up. We won, dammit. My ass left the counter and I reached to the freezer to grab a little bit more ice for my drink. Also, I needed to slow it the fuck down. It wasn’t late enough to be piss drunk, was it?

Oh, god, I wish I could help you. I mean, I probably could if you asked me reaallyy nicely. But do you know how fucking over people I am today? I pried my creepers off with the opposite foot then tried awkwardly to kick them closer to my shoe pile at the doorway. Flip flops, my galaxy print sneakers, now my creepers. Maybe one day I’d get a rack or something.

I dressed up, thinking I’d go out after work, so I mean, I could freshen up. But after the screaming kids and then getting sideswiped by bubba outside I’m just kind of.. my heart’s set on Jack and Netflix. Does that make me a shameless drunk? I left the front area and started for the living room, hoping she’d follow. If we go eat, it needs to be somewhere with alcohol. But cheap alcohol. Wait.. shit I don’t think that exists. I plopped my ass on the couch, which was bad for her, because now that I was off my feet, it was going to take something really good to get back up.

Listen, we haven't won until people start pronouncing it right. Shit how many people had I tried to convince before this newsflash was plastered all over tumblr? They didn't believe me. But damn it felt good to finally be able to say "I told you so'' paired with immature dance moves and ''neener neener''s and the whole deal.

I hadn't told her my plans for the night, so it made it easy to pretend I didn't have any. I'd purposely been avoiding booze because it was too early. It was best to get buzzed right before you head to the bar, but the second I watched her start pulling off her shoes, I started hunting for something to drink. Which no shame, I reached into the fridge for a couple wine coolers. Guuuuurl, I'm done with people erryday. I muttered with a groan as my body stretched towards the back of the fridge where I had them stashed. It so does, not gonna lie to you but, I'm joining you so it's less sad and pathetic, yanno? Fuck what would you do without me?

The kid thing. Like I told you about that chick at Wally World the other day right? A newborn baby in one arm, three in the cart, and two trailing behind her with harnesses and leashes on like some kiddy porn bondage nightmare, her new galaxy edge against her head and ten inch bahama nails. At least two of them were screaming and crying, and the others were taking shit out of the cart and throwing it to the ground and here she is like on her phone talking about what Latisha did last Saturday. That shit annoys the fuck outta me. So I feel ya'.

The truth was, her job was way fucking cool considering the options in this town. Like who wouldn't want to work at the music store? It was one of the few places in this town that you could actually meet cool people at, while working at the same time. But shit, retail in any form was a nightmare.

I followed her to the living room and sat down right next to her and rested my head on her shoulder. Can we at least get hammered tonight? You work tomorrow or? Whatever, we're getting drunk, and we're going to watch shitty movies on netflix, and I can be cool with it. It's better than what I've been doing all day.

I still didn’t get it, why people even thought to say it that way. I mean, you didn’t say “guh-raffe” or whatever. Imagine saying every G word with that sound, like gentle, giant, whatever. You’d sound like a goddamn moron. Next time, just tell them how much you love seeing guhraffes in the zoo or some shit, that’s what Imma do.

Man, what would I have done without her? Spend five minutes with Maggie before she ran off with some fuckboy? I could sulk alone, but I really had so much time for sulking I was running out of new and impressive ways to sulk. Can you be like, extra done with people, though? You know like, burnt to a crisp? By now I was in the living room and Jack was deep in my throat like a porn star. God, Walmart is the worst. But wait.. what DID Latisha do last Saturday? I’m DYING to know! My ass was firmly planted on the couch and I began searching for the remote.. I take that back. When you had game systems and boxes and shit you had multiple remotes. Last time I went to walmart, I got hit up by a bum, who had like, well shit first of all she was in one of those rascal things with the shopping cart? You know? And I was sure she had tha diabetuhs and she weighed like a good three hundred pounds. Cart full of like… Candy bars and soda and um.. Oh and beer. And she was like oh, lady, you’re so pretty can I have some money? I haven’t had food in my house for a week. I was kinda like.. No. I mean I can’t judge, fuck, I love me some Twix but no.

I turned on the Roku thing, turned on the TV and headed straight for Netflix. I don’t go in until noon, so shit, I’m getting tore up. Recently watched… hrrm. I had an idea, It wasn’t a bad movie, but shit, kinda sounded fun. Oh, god, what about this. What about a Bob’s Burgers? We could play a drinking game. Maybe uhh.. every time Bob or Tina groans? Every time Gene pushes the fart button on his keyboard?

I scooted a tad closer to her once I felt her head on my shoulder. Really doesn’t matter, as long as alcohol’s involved.